A day at the Little League World Series, complete with kids playing baseball and engaging in ad hoc sledding, happy parents a long way from home, a man in a french fry costume being photographed by a Honda employee, and a great many sponsors surrounding a perfect kid-sized baseball diamond.
In a bleak week for sports and in general, one moderately pudgy, very fired-up Grizzlies fan went from meme to life-affirming, objectively good emblem for everything we want, and sometimes get, from sports. Thank goodness.
Gary Carter was a bright and proudly uncool presence on a some great and greatly dark Mets teams, but he was more than that. For the late catcher, "Kid" wasn't so much a nickname as a state of mind that approached a state of grace.